Denise: Hey, should we get married today?
Drew: What?
Denise: We've been dating for four months. I mean, it's pretty good, right? Let's stop screwing around and just get it over with. Who cares?
Drew: Okay, obviously your diet of power bars and boxed wine has scrambled your brain. We got a great thing going here, you know? Why mess with it?
Denise: Yeah, you're probably right. It was just an idea.
Drew: Okay.
Denise: Let's make a baby instead. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm on my birth control... I think. Yeah. Uh...